Page 171 of When We Fall: Part Two
I said nothing and sipped at my drink again.
“How are you doing?” He slid closer to me.
I shrugged. “Shit.”
“Better than dead. Pat yourself on your back. You’re doing the best you can.”
I drank again, finishing the glass, before getting to my feet and going to the massive picture window and staring out at the lit-up city below.
“Drink until it doesn’t hurt so much. It helps,” Sylar’s soft voice sounded out near my ear as he pushed another drink into my hand.
“Promise?”
“Best that I can,” he replied, drinking from his own glass. I followed and swallowed mine down.
“Do you dance, Rosalie?”
“Dance?”
“Mhmm.” Soft music sounded out. I turned to find him putting his phone back into his pocket.
Before I could tell him I was too drunk to dance, he was placing his hands on my waist.
“Dance with me, little moonbeam.”
“Moonbeam?” I looked up into his blue eyes. Eyes so much like my Foxy’s.
“He called you sunshine, yeah?”
“He did,” I whispered. “He doesn’t now.”
“Well, then, now you’re moonbeam,” he said, ducking his head. “Relax. I don’t bite unless you beg.”
I relaxed against him, letting him sway with me to the soft music filtering around us.
“You’re really beautiful,” he murmured. “When was the last time someone told you that you were magic?”
“It’s been a long time.”
“Allow me to break the streak. You, moonbeam, are magic.”
“I feel more like a curse.”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
I nodded as I stared up at him.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “I’m a cursebreaker. I can make your dreams come true. Tell me, moonbeam. What do you dream of? What do you wish for?”
“Freedom,” I choked out. “Love. Safety. Ethan being OK. Fox. I dream of him.”
“Mm, what if I can give you some of those things? Would you tell me yes?”
“Yes,” I murmured, my chest aching. “What do I have to give you for it?”
A tiny smile cut his lips upward.
“Kiss me until I tell you to stop.”
